Third Person POV Bennett knew where to find Estelle. She was spending time with different men at the hotel. She sat with them at the table and made Merry until Bennett walked up to their table. The faces of the men weren't familiar and she didn't pay attention to them, her major focus was on Estelle. "Hi, everyone." She greeted those who sat around the table with Estelle and they responded. "Hi, Bennett. I wasn't expecting you here, you should have called, what a surprise!" Estelle said, feeling ashamed of herself as she got up and acted as though she didn't mean to be seen there. Estelle got up and led Bennett away from the men to attend to Bennett. "I came to your flat, your closest neighbor suggested I check you out in any of the nearby hotels," Bennett said calmly. "Oops, I'm lodging here for now." She pointed towards the hotel. "You mind coming with me? "No, we should go to your house instead. I have something for you, you'll like it." "I didn't want to go hom
Third Person POV Her curiosity piqued, and she peered into the phone one more time to confirm what she had seen."Estelle?"Estelle looked up, with pleading eyes, "Yes?""Did you and Isabel have a fight before?"She shook her head lazily, knowing why she asked the question. "And Jackson, did you both fight before the party?"She shook her head rather. "You are wicked, you deserve to die a terrible death for putting both Jackson and Mavis at war with each other. You equally framed Isabel, you'll pay for it. You must pay heavily for it. I'm not letting you be until you have paid for this mess.""They are step-siblings, why should they be in love with each other? You are supporting them to betray their pare..."Estelle didn't land when she received another agonizing slap that nearly blinded her. "How dare you slap me again?" She made to ride but Bennett pushed her down effortlessly with her feet. "That's because that's the only thing you need at the moment, it'll correct some of your
Third Person POV Abandoning her task, Isabel hastily swiped her hands against the nearest towel, and made her way through the back door without a second thought. Upon reaching the back door, Isabel pulled the door and found Eric standing there on the stairs. Her suspicions were confirmed as she warmly exclaimed, "Hi, Eric. I knew it would be you."Eric responded with a smile, "Hey, Isabel. Just got back from work. How are you doing?""I'm doing great, actually," She replied. "Just whipping up something to eat."Her smile was warm and inviting as she motioned to the room, "Oh, the delectable aroma has filled every corner of this space, hasn't it? Please, come in and make yourself comfortable while I finish preparing this meal. I do ask for your patience as I complete the cooking process." She led him into the house through her kitchen door. They appeared in the living room, where she offered him a seat, "Please, Eric, relax and make yourself at home."Reaching out for a remote contr
Third Person POV Tiptoeing gingerly across the room, Isabel cautiously approached the sofa where Eric slept on. Enchanted by the flawless beauty of his skin, she yearned to caress his flesh, but a single thought held her back. She feared that even the slightest disturbance could rouse him from his peaceful sleep or, her mother may bash in and find her caressing a man who wasn't even her partner. The stillness was abruptly shattered by the sound of her phone ringing from the kitchen. Dashing to retrieve the phone, Isabel answered the call, immediately recognizing her mother's familiar voice. "Hi, mom. Where are you?" Isabel inquired. "I just left the airport, darling," her mother replied. "Would you like me to pick anything up on my way?" She offered. "Sire! I would have preferred a sandwich but that might take your time. But not to worry, mom. I'd love some chocolate cakes. Thank you!" Isabel replied. After ending the call, she made her way back into the kitchen. I
Third Person POV Isabel followed behind closely to go see what happens next. Matilda found Eric in the dining room, his long, gleaming hair shimmering under the ceiling lights. Eric, oblivious to their entrance, remained engrossed in his meal. Turning to her daughter, Matilda mouthed the question, "What's his name?" She moved her lips barely without a voice but Isabel could read her lips. Isabel whispered her response likewise, "Eric." Matilda, now facing Eric again, greeted him cordially, "Hello there, Eric." She waited with anticipation, curious to see his reaction. Eric turned, his expression reflecting the sudden intrusion. The unexpected appearance of this stranger, bearing an uncanny resemblance to Isabel, piqued his curiosity. Instinctively, he could tell that she was a significant person in Isabel's life. With a polite smile, he greeted her, "Hi. I'm pleased to meet you." His words were uttered with a sincere warmth, eager to make a good impression on this importan
ISABEL "I saw that," Mom spoke up, her gaze fixed on her plate as she addressed me, "I noticed you didn't tell him your address. Is there something you're not telling me, did you both have a misunderstanding?" She set her spoon down and turned her full attention to me, awaiting my response. Her scrutiny was intense, leaving me with the distinct impression that she had her own suspicions about my reluctance to share my location. I rose from my seat and approached Eric, firmly requesting, "If you don't mind, could you excuse us for a private conversation?" He paused mid-sip, setting his cup down as he looked at me with a quizzical expression. "Wait, you're asking me to leave?" he clarified, his tone hinting at disbelief. "Yes, please," I reiterated, offering a polite yet firm confirmation of my request. "Got it," Eric responded, understanding the situation and gently placing his cup on the table. Noticing Eric's baffled expression, Mom looked at him, "Eric, please do not think th
ISABEL "You've gotta be joking, right?" My mother exclaimed with a hint of disbelief. I solemnly shook my head in response. "I'm not kidding, Mom. I'm truly sorry. I didn't know..." My words trailed off as my mother unexpectedly collapsed to the floor. "Oh God, no!" I gasped, rushing to my mother's side. "Eric! Eric!" I frantically cried out, hoping to summon his assistance in calling 911. Racing outside, I darted to Eric's house and rapped on his gate. He appeared, already attired for a day out, and inquired, "You seem out of breath. Is everything okay?" "No, it's not," I managed to stammer, exhaustion taking hold. "My mother...she fainted. Please...help." My words faltered as I struggled to articulate the gravity of the situation. "She's my only blood-related parent. Please, help her." Eric responded with empathy, "I'll do what I can. I'm here for you. Let's go." With that, he dashed toward my flat. "Wait, I have an idea," I said as I followed him. "I work in the medic
ISABEL My gaze met his, and in that moment, something shifted. He leaned in, bringing his lips to mine in a tender, fleeting kiss that left me breathless. Overwhelmed by the emotions swirling within, I kissed him back with intensity, surrendering to the magnetic pull that had been building between us. With mounting passion, Eric deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer. The fervent nature of his embrace told me what his words could not—he had been fighting this desire for some time, but now, at this moment, he was giving into his longing. Our lips moved together, our breaths mingling in a dance of desire and submission. Sensing my shyness and perhaps picking up on my ambivalent reaction, Eric pulled back, leaving me with a trace of his warmth lingering on my lips. "I hope that didn't offend you," he queried, casting a concerned glance in my direction. I flushed, my cheeks burning with the heat of my embarrassment. Shaking my head, I looked aw